Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kyrgyzstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Girls At Our Best! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
Slave,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.